Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly nappping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping on my desk and floor.

"Tis Birdemic," I muttered. "rapping 'bout climate change or
maybe I'm just feeling bored."

In completely unrelated news, 15 hours and counting

Let's see if I'll stay long enough to watch the sun rise!